Back, Jack

[adudeabides]

I am back on American soil. A simple flight from Kuwait City, Kuwait to Frankfurt, Germany, to Bangkor, Maine (US) to Fort Hood, Texas to Austin -- where I am currently hiding-out in the Admiral's Club at the airport until my flight. From here I go to Dallas-Fort Worth, Texas to Wichita, Kansas, to Fort Riley, Kansas and then to my normal duty

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[snarkactual]

The advice is free. I've been out to a few of these "dances". Hope your homecoming goes well and the transition is easy.

As to the St. Crispin's silolguoy, I recite it in my head. Here's how it goes,
"This day is called the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day and comes safe home
Will stand a-tiptoe when this day is named
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day and see old age
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors
And say "Tomorrow is St. Crispin's Day."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say "These wounds I had on Crispin's day."
Old men forget, yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words,
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
This story shall the good man teach his son,
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
Be we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.
For he today that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother. Be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition.
And gentlemen in England now abed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon St. Crispin's Day."

William Shakespeare Henry V, Act IV scene 3 40-67

I tend to think it's apropos but YMMV.